Just found my correspondence with Guy Davenport, which occurred my sophomore year of college (1988).Ruskin’sPraterita, For Clavergia, Caroline Minuscule, Michealangelo’sDavid, and the peccadilloes of circumcision prior to the Roman Diaspora were all topics he was well versed in, and quite conversant. The correspondence was pawned off after six months to a grad student, whom a visiting French journalist suggested was having relations with the whole house à la Pasolini’s Teorema. It just wasn’t the same though, and I let it slip, just could not repeat again and again that just because I lived in a coastal California town (Santa Cruz) meant that I surfed and listened to the Grateful Dead.